STELLA DALLAS
By Olive Higgins Prouty.
SYNOPSIS.
After »even year* Reparation Stella
Itollaa la requested hr tier husband'* at
torney to get a dlvoree on the ground
of deaertlon. When ahe refuaea she la
told the alternnattve will lie an action In
which ahe will he charged with Immoral
conduct with Alfred Munn. an old admirer,
from whom ahe received* attention while
her daughter. Laurel. 13. wna vialting her
father. Stephen Dallna, In New York. She
Indignantly dcnlca wrongdoing and de
clare* alir will flglit. Stephen la dealrmta
of freedom ao thnt lie mav marry Helen
Morrlaon. a widow, but after threat by
stellu. under advice of her attorney, to
mime Mra. Morrison aa corespondent In a
counteraction he ten* the latter marriage
is impossible.
(Continued from Yesterday.)
"I know,” he interrupted, “that
we've known each other only a week,
and all the rest of that silly conven
tional stuff. But I’m not a perfect
stranger to you. You can tell your
mother that my kid brother knows
Con Morrison. He visited him once.
Con has been at our house. Any
how, when your mother is able to
tome downstairs, she’ll know us her
self. It will be all right then. I
simply had to get ir.y word in now
for fear you might get booked with
somebody else. I want you to go to
the game with me. if you go with
anybody. Will you?”
"Yes, I will.” said Laurel, looking
off toward the shore, her eyes again
suddenly dark and luminous.
Richard looked toward the shore,
loo. Had she seen another deer?
AVhen they landed at Stag Island
half an hour later. “Don't forget
you’re going to paddle back with me,
too," Richard whispered.
4.
AH day long one happy moment
followed another as uninterruptedly
as one telegraph pole another (lush
ing by the window of a railroad train.
It had been like that ever sinre the
morning Mrs. Adams had fallen Into
conversation with Laurel on the hotel
Wveranda. That was Id days ago, yet
Laurel was only just beginning to
become sufficiently used to the steady
succession of kindnesses as to take
them for granted, ns to forget for an
hour or so, occasionally, the phe
nomenon of their unfailing repeti
tion.
Mrs. Adams had noticed Laurel the
first morning she had appeared alone
in the hotel dining room. So, too.
had others noticed her. The head
waiter had shown Laurel to a table
by a far window. After she had sut
there alone during breakfast, lunch
and dinner, Mrs. Adams made inquir
ies of the clerk. It seemed the new
girl's mother was ill upstairs. Ton
sillitis. The hotel doctor was taking
care of her. Mrs. Adams spoke to
l-aurel that morning, asked her if
there was anything she could do to
help, and Introduced her to two girls
standing nearby, with tennis rac
quets.
"Do you play?” asked one of the
girls.
“Will you play” asked the other.
It was as easy as that. That very
morning I^aurel played with three
girls of "the crowd;” that very after
noon played golf with three others;
that very evening met the hoys and
danced until tho musio stopped, run
ning upstairs between numbers to
see if her mother was comfortable,
and to let her share what she knew
would make her happier than any
thing else in the wrnrld.
“Well, I guess we’ve struck the
i ight place at last, LolUe,” Stella ex
claimed from her pillow, with a glint
of triumph in her eyes. "Don’t think
of me. Don't come up again, dearie.
I'm all right. I’m bound to be. I
just knew we'd happen on to gold
some day.”
It had all been pure luck. Stella
had chosen this particular hotel from
a circular, on the strength of the
— fact of its high rates. The start had
•been anything but propitious. Bither
she or Laurel had been ill from the
i rst moment of their arrival. Laurel
was confined to the bedroom the first
M hours, and Stella had been obliged
to wander about the unexplored re
gions downstairs companionless. Then
the moment the fever left Laurel,
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by her bed.
5.
After lunch under the tall pines
on Stag Island, the boys went off
to explore the coast; and the girls
(after the tea baskets were repacked
and the pine-needle bank made as
neat and clean as the inside of a
pine chest) grouped themselves in
colorful bunches on the soft brown
background, and producing gay work
hags, began plying various tools—
knitting needles, crochet books and
tatting bobbins; conversing the while
lazily, meanderingly, breaking into
shrill peals of laughter, now and
then, or fragment of popular song.
Laurel 'V back, flat on the ground,
idle, her nands folded under her
head, and gazed up at the murmur
ing tops of the trees. She wished
her mother might be hiding up there
among the needles, gazing down at
her through the gaps, seeing, hear
ing.
Deborah, seated beside Laurel, was
tickling her nose with a spear of
Held grass. Laurel attempting to
catch it in her mouth hy occasional
puppy-like snaps. Frances on the
other Hand was amusing herself by
weaving pine needles through the
meshes of Laurel's sweater. *'I’ll pay
you back, somehow.’’ purred Laurel
contentedly.
Now they were telling her about
the theatricals they gave every year
in August, discussing what sort of
a role would be best suited to her;
now describing the delights of the
night she would spend on the top
of Spear mountain . before the Beason
was over; now commanding her to
make herself useful and sit up and
help wind some yarn.
Oh. was it all true? Did they like
her a little? Were they her friends?
It seemed to Laurel that afternoon,
as the shadows grew longer on the
western margin of the like and the
hour for the homeward paddle with
Richard Grosvenor through those
shadows, approached, that her cup of
happiness was full to the brim.
B.
At the end of the homeward pad
dle it seemed to her that that cup
was overflowing. Richard had asked
her to be his partner in the tennis
tournament on Saturday; he had
asked her to go to lunch at a neigh
boring hotel with his mother and
himself tomorrow noon; he had asked
her to come out alone with him, in
the canoe, tonight after dinner, w’hen
the moon rose; he had asked if he
might write to her after he returned
to town. He was going back in four
days. He had taken a job in his
father’s office for the rest of the
summer.
As they had drawn near to the
pier in front of the hotel, he had
said to Laurel, interrupting his pad
dling as he did so, leaning forward,
“It doesn't seem possible that I met
you only a week ago” Oh, it was the
beginning of the old, old story). “You
(seem to me like somebody I’ve
known a long while" told In the old,
old way).
Laurel closed her eyes a moment—
he didn’t see her—then opened them
wide. She had a feeling she might
wake any moment and find it all a
dream.
As she Jumped out of the canoe
on to the pier beside him, a look
passed between them that was like
the look when they had shared the
deer silently together. For the third
or fourth time that day Laurel's
heart fluttered and seemed almost to
turn over.
Several of “the crowd" were on I
the pier when Laurel and Richard
arrived. Deborah called out bright
ly to them, “Come along, walk up
with us."
She linked a free arm familiarly
through Laurel’s as she approached
and Richard fell Into step on Lau
rel’s other side. Frances and two
boys were also with the group. They
all moved up the pier together. The
girls began singing a popular song. I
Then suddenly in the midst of the
chorus. Deborah stopped singing,
stopped walking, too. So did the
others.
"Oh, girls. Look!’’ she exclaimed.
“There is that woman!"
Laurel glanced up. Coming down
across the lawn In front of the hotel
approa^ ng the pier, she saw her
mother.
7.
Stella was several hundred yards
away, but Laurel was familiar with
tha black-and-white striped foulard
wrhich she now wore. Stella had re
modeled her foulard this spring. Sho
fiad given It a lot of fresh "pep.”
with generous dashes of Kelly green.
Deborah seemed familiar with the
foulard, too.
"What woman?" Frances Inquired.
"Why, my dear, look, look for your
self. and s?*. Don’t you remember
that dreadful dress? Of course, you
do! You were with us. You saw
her about two weeks ago. She was
around the hotel all one day.”
"Good gracious! Of course. I do!
We wondered how such a person ever
got In here, and then decided she
must have come, Just for the day.
from that unspeakable place on the
other side of the lake."
"Notice her. Laurel.” laughed De
borah. giving Laurel a little squeeze.
"I believe she Is coming down to
ward the pier. Take her In. She’s
a perfect scream. Paint about an
inch thick, and plucked eyebrows,
and dyed hair, and not a day under
40. Oh. ahe’s a mess. You remember
her. Richard, don't you?”
"Yes. I remember her. Awful
dame. Horrible creature!"
Behind Laurel lay only water. On
either side of her lay only water. She
could not. turn and run. She watched
her mother choose the gravel path
that led to the pier. ("She Is’ She's
coming this way. girls!" delightedly
ejaculated Deborah.) Then suddenly
T-aurel exclaimed. "I've lost some
thing."
"Lost something?*’
"My watch!" She held up an empty
wrist. "It must have dropped off In
the canoe.”
"She turned back immediately.
Richard turner! back. too.
"Shan’t we all come and look?"
Deborah offered.
"No, please.” Laurel called back.
"You all go along." Richard or
dered. "Weil find It."
"I think It must lie among the
cushions somewhere,” said Laurel.
All during the torturing 10 or 15
minutes when she and Richard shook
the cushions and pillows, each sep
arate one. and then ran (heir hands
into every possible corner and crev
ice of the canoe where a watch might
lodge, and even searched between the
loosely tltted board* of the pier,
Laurel kept a constant watch of the
shore. She saw her mother walk
slowly down the path toward the
lake, arrive at the water's edge, heel
late, and then sit down on one; of
llie rustic seats built on either side
of the pier, where It Joined the bank
Stic saw the group which she had
Just left approach the rustic Seats,
draw nearer to her mother, pass her
mother! Thank kind heaven alsive,
they didn't atop! Her mother didn't
Introduce herself to them afler all'
Laurel breathed freer But only for
a short time. It soon became evident
that her mother was going to wait
for her at the rustic scats until her
errand at the end of the pier, what
ever II was, was finished.
Laurel couldn’t keep up the Billy
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search among a half-dozen sofa pil
lows and one canoe Indefinitely. She
must go back along the pier and
pass between the rustic seats with
Richard Grosvenor beside her. In a
minute or two. Would she tell him
now—immediately, that the "awful
dame” was her mother?
"Well, I guess my watch Isn't
here, after all,” Bhe said with a catch
in her voice, with almost a sob. It
was over—all over. And so unbeautl
fully. so hideously. ,
"If the watch Isn't here. It's prob
ably up at Stag Island. If we both
paddle hard, we can be there before
dark. Jump in. we'll find it.”
I,aurel gave Richard a look that
was like that of a dog to the god
who releases his foot from the jaws
of a steel trap. “Oh, you are good!"
And she Jumped into her place In
the front of the canoe, he Jumped
in behind, and they were off, out of
sight, out of sound, in three min
utes.
(Continued in Tile Morning Bee.
Martha Allen
PROBLEMS THAT PERPI.EX.
HERE’S a letter from a girl
signed Blue who is only 28 but
thinks that all chances of
marriage are past. If ehe would just
take a look at the records In the mar
riage license office, Blue would see
that men and women marry no mat
ter what the age. Just the other day
a woman of 50 married a man of 24
and they seem to be happy.
"I feel so blue because I never
met any man whom I care for. I
feel that I muat be an old maid for
I am 28 years," she writes. "Do
you think I am too old to expect to
meet someone? Perhaps I should
have married sooner but not for
love."
Blue goes on to say that all her
girl frlenda are married and that her
chum Is to be married soon. She
has had several proposals, she adds,
but none have satisfied.
In the days of hoop skirts girls
were considered old maids If they
didn't marry when in their early
twenties. But times have changed
In the ideas of ages for marriage Just
ns they have changed in many other
ways.
Nowadays there aren't supposed to
be such things In the world as "old
maids.” Girls are found who have
reached an age of independence fi
nancially and otherwise. They pick
and choose In the field of men. usual
ly. ao that they often find a better
husband than the girl who marries
long before.
Don't be discouraged. B. for there
is always a chance of meeting the
right man. Go about whatever you
are doing and put yourself In such a
position that you won't have to rely
on men for happiness. It is then
that the men will he more likely to
become Interested In you If they see
plainly that they are not being ang
led for. It la an experiment worth
trying out anyway, isn't It?
A girl who becomes so Interested
In something that she proves to be
Interesting herself, is always pre
ferred to one who is idle and blue.
Take warning.
Parent* Object.
Dear Ml** Allen: I am a girl of 20
and t am going with a young man
nearly the same age. Mv parent* do
not like It very well to have me go
with him.
Just because the young man'* folk"
are "rough neck*’’ doeiw't mean but
what the man I* all right. In fact
I know that he I* decent because I
have been going with him/ for a long
time. Do you think my parents mis
Judge him? They haven’t met him—
don’t want to. (Shouldn't they meet
him before they can say what they
think about him?
Please give me advice of what to
do. Do you think I am doing right
by going with him against my par
ents' wishes? BAHN'KY.
I agree with you, Barney, It lan't
fair for anyone to call name* unless
they have good cause. Of course a
great many faults are hereditary and
environment does have Its effect, but
a person Isn't always Judged In that
way, nowadays. In this section of
the country, especially, a person Is
taken for what he Is. not from the
height of the family tree.
Do nil In your power to persuade
your folks to meet the man. If h* I"
to he a source of trouble to your
family, I suppose It would lm advis
able to give hint up until you are
older. If he stlll.carea for you In
lalcr years, you Can choose between
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Stories
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Ity THORNTON W. BURGESS.
Th* loser *ti» and not the winner.
Who alwaya furnishes the dinner.
—Danny Meadow Mouse.
Danny Meets Gray Fox.
Bob White had gone on about his
business. Nanny Meadow Mouse had
gone hack to their home under the
old stump. But Danny Meadow
Mouse hadn't been ready to go home.
He had wanted to explore a little fur
ther, and Nanny couldn't keep him
from it.
Now, in that garden, on the edge of
which Danny and Nanny had made
their new* home, were many stumps.
You see, "this was the home of a set
tler. and where that garden was had
been woods not very long ago. When
the trees had been cut down the
stumps had been left there for the
roots to rot away, so that later they
might l»e pulled out more easily. The
ground between the stumps had been
plowed and planted.
Danny liked these stumps. There
were holes under some of them to
dart Into In case of danger. As he
explored that garden he ran from
stump to stump. This Is what he
was doing when he met Gray Fox
it was a very unexpected meeting
It was as unexpected to Gray Fox
as It was to Danny Meadow Mouse.
Had It not been so unexpected to
Gray Fox, it very likely would have
been Danny’s first and last meeting
with him.
Danny was not quite half way from
one stump to another when, without
any warning. Gray Fox stepped from
behind the stump toward which
Danny was running. Danny saw him
before he saw Danny. Danny knew
who It was, although it was the first
time he had ever seen him. No one
could mistake a Fox for any one else.
He looked like Reddy Fox. excepting
that his coat was mostly gray. There
was some red on the sides of his neck,
on his ears and across his breast. His
tall was not as soft and handsome
as that of Reddy Fox.
All this Danny sow in his first
frightened glance. Then he whirled
and scampered back for the stump he
had Just left, and he made those
short legs of his fairly fly. It wasn't
until Danny turned to run that Gray
Fox saw him. Then he was so sur
prised. for of course he had never
seem Danny before, that he hesitated
Ilaiiny Saw Him llefore He Saw
Danny.
for a moment. It was that moment of
hesitation that gave Danny a chance
to reach that stump and dodge
around It.
As It was. he was Just in time, and
Hint was all. Then began a game of
dodge, a most exciting game, with
Danny trying to keep thnt stump be
tween Oray Fox and himself. Round
ami round that stump they ran and
dodged. Danny was beginning to get
out of breath. There wasn’t a single
hole ho could get Into. It began to
look very mueli as If tlray Fox would
succeed In doing what his cousin
up north. Reddy Fox. had never bern
able to do—make a dinner of Danny
Meadow Mouse.
"Oh. dear"' sobbed Danny, "oh.
dear! 1 guess tills Is to be the end of
me!"
(Copy right. 1t? t )
The next story: "Danny Takes a
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‘'My llm-liaml'p Love"
Katie Was Stricken With a Great
Fear.
‘‘You're ft good girl, Katie,'' my
mother-inlaw quavered a» my little
maid rose from her knees by the fire
place where she had roaxed kindling
and shavings into a glorious blaze.
Her voice was so mild, her words so
astonishing that Katie stared openly
at her. and then not to be outdone oy
the other or the ancient feud between
them, darted over to the bedside, and
seizing one of Mother Graham's
hands, kissed it fervently in the
funny old-world way which I have al
ways found so quaintly attractive in
the faithful girl.
"I no goot girl.” she protested. "I
bad girl, saucy by you, shoost now,
too, but I not be bad to you again ”
She dropped the hand and rushed
out of the room before my august
mother-in-law had an opportunity to
repel the familiarity, as she would
term It, of the girl's manner. To my
surprise T saw that Katie's face, when
turned away from Mother Graham,
was working as if she were trying to
keep hack the tears.
“What In the world do you sup
pose Is the matter with her?” my
mother-inlaw demanded querulously.
"It’s a pity anybody can't say a de
cent word to her without her going
off the handle like that. Really, Mar
garet, you ought to speak to her
about that habit of hers of kissing
people's hands. You know how I hate
to Ijo pawed—by strangers.”
Madge Tests Mother Graham.
She dragged in the last words after
a pause, and I reflected a little grimly
that I did well know her aversion to
caresses. Anyone, more stiffly starch
ed In mind and manner than my
mother in-law would be hard to find,
though when one gets down beneath
the Ice, a* 1 had done In the days
following her daughter's death, one
finds a loving tenderness almost un
believable.
I have learned something else
about Dicky's mother, also. In the
years since we have been together,
and that is that she seldom means
all the harsh things she says. It
was with the purpose of testing this
observation that I replied to her out
burst with a quiet:
“I'll speak to her at once about It.
She has no business annoying you In
that manner.”
“Haven't you the sense you were
born with to go upsetting that girl
on this day of r!1 days? She’s trying
her best to be nice about the chil
dren. and you certainly can wait to
discipline her until the excitement 1b
over.”
I valiantly repressed a smile at
this piece of inconsistency, and my
mother-in-law, unnoticing, went on
with a worried accent.
"But I do think you ought to go
out and find out what's the matter
with her. I'm afraid the girl's sick.
I never saw her ready to apologize
for her impudence to me before. It
would be awful if she were coming
down with something just at this
time."
“Oh, I think she's perfectly well.
Mother," I began, but an imperative,
uplifted hand reminded me that her
strength of mind and body was re
turning.
Hunting Katie.
"Will you go and do as I ask?" she
demanded, "or must I get out of bed
myself and attend to it?"
,"I’ll go this second,” I promised,
"but please don't get up until the
room is warm."
"If you're not too long. I'll wait
until you come back.” she promised,
and 1 made a hasty exit in search of
Katie.
But not in the kitchen nor in any
of the rooms downstairs did I find my
temperamental little maid. Jim, still
busy with the cleaning of the chick
ens, had not seen her, and it was
not until Lillian, coming In from out
side, told me she had seen Katie run
nlng into the barn, that I secured
any due to her whereabouts.
“What's up?” Lillian asked quiz
zically. "A brain storm? Well, it's
only w-hat you may expect today.
There's one good thing, you're the
best little hyena-tamer In the busi
ness, but if you need the fire hos
turned on, sound the whistle. I 11
come on the run.”
I smiled at her nonsense, but I felt
anything hut mirthful as I went in
search of my little maid, finding her
in the haymow with her apron over
her head, the familiar token of emo
tion on Katie's part.
“Whatever is the matter, Katie?”
I asked, drawing the apron down
from her face, which I found wet
with tears.
“Oh, Mis' Graham,” she wailed,
“notings matter mit me, but oh. I
so afraid dot old vontan's goln' to
die, she spik so nice und kind by
me.”
(Copyright 1924 j
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